Elegant

A poem for my mother.

She is not the traditional

Rendition of elegance

But in this modern age

Of corrupt politicians

And a failing economy

She is a diamond in the ruff

Long dark hair of chocolate

A peach completion

And thick rimmed glasses

She sits in her cubicle

One of the hive

But without shoes

Her bright red toes contrasting

With her green stripped dress

No one would mistake her for a model

She is, by the law of nature, a mother

Well rounded and heathy from children

Her back sags from years of work and wear

But she is elegant

Always looking forward

Planning for the good and the bad

She is always surrounded by people

Perhaps it is her effervescent personality

Perhaps it is her happy disposition

But she is a light to people

Complex, creative, carefree, yet careful

I am proud to say, she is my mother

Reviews

[Shirlena]

I love my mama like that too and actually I credited her to the poems I write. I credit her for the urge to write but I love this poem because it's about the mama's in the backgrounds that nobody chooses or notices but deserves all the accolades. Excellent poem my sister.